It’s a collection agency, but not that kind: You call them in when, say, you’re missing just one more vintage Garfield figurine to complete your set.
Category Archives: Junk Thought
It’s About Time
I began this thought on social media the other day, yet it’s worth repeating.
The Romans made a mistake, and it’s within our power to correct it: Let’s reinstate December as the 10th month. Let’s put the eight back into October.
It makes more sense to start the year in March.
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Sure, but…
The existence of The Witcher implies there must be a The Witchest.
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Null
The last night I spent with Null was much the same as the first.
She came to us a tiny white ball of fluff – she was so small, in fact, that she made our little apartment feel like an echoing cavern; our first apartment, our first shared pet.
I had my computer setup on a desk in the living room. It was an age before laptops had become ubiquitous, and I suspect there will come a time when films looking for period accuracy will have such a beast – plastic sheets of faux wood grain over fiberboard every one – proudly displayed for authenticity.
Now I keep my laptop setup on a table in the basement, behind which we built the sick old girl a bubble of safety to keep nosing dogs away.
On both occasions she slept over my right shoulder, wrapped in a blanket. On both occasions I tried to shoot digital bad guys, but her sleeping form was a constant distraction. In both frozen moments I turned every ten minutes to squint against the glare of the screen and make sure she was tended and comfortable (despite the fact that she had, in truth, not moved a single inch since the last time I’d fussed.)
Now she’s gone, and I should be able to end my watch, but I can’t stop looking over my shoulder.
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Into the Black
Are you a gut-shot explorer dying quickly on the edge of a collapsing star, your last few relativistic seconds spent dreaming of a sound and quiet life, or are you a sound and quiet life dying slowly on the edge of a gut-shot planet, your only few seconds spent dreaming of exploration?
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TNINA – This isn’t the Bob’s Burgers
We’ve made something stupid that may amuse you if you’re a fan of NIN and/or Bob’s Burgers.
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Broken Angles Flow Uphill
You may have noticed the rise of increasingly long book titles (that often sound like sentence fragments.)
What you may not be aware of is that we’re simply running out of one or two word combinations that haven’t already been claimed. Everything from The Martian through to The Big Sleep has been used. You can’t chuck a noun without hitting an Isaac Asimov novel, a Margaret Atwood poem, and two Stephen King short stories before it touches the ground.
To those wondering why this is a problem – to those wondering why we shouldn’t just proudly claim 1984 for our Pac-Man-centric period-piece* murder mystery – I say: Try searching Goodreads for Possession.
(*I just made myself feel old, but if I were reading about about 1967 in 1997…)
Of course, in this regard the Victorians might have been a step ahead. It’ll be a long time before we come back around to needing to re-use The Life and Extraordinary Adventures, the Perils and Critical Escapes, of Timothy Ginnadrake, That Child of Chequer’d Fortune
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